Same with me. He only cared if it affected him. He had no empathy for the pain I was in that he was causing me. He let me wallow in depression, encouraged me to over dose.

He didn't even care if I didn't make dinner. And he wouldn't make any effort to make dinner himself or do anything to fix our problem, to cheer me up, to change. He'd just eat the hotdog, if that's all I made. Or say we should just go out to eat. So lazy.

He just didn't see that he could have and should have done something to fix the situation.